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Brigid WillowKeeper Member
since 2003-08-24
Posts 88OHIO IN USA |
The wind blows. I hear the call of a raven. The doors open and close. I find no safe haven. I am exposed. The coming of fear. A single wall gives no protection. Tears of blood that is A lonely walk. Silent shouting. Screaming silence. The confrontation of evil. The people crowd me. No one is there. So many people for a zero population. (crap!  I lost the inspiration! My stupid sister got online and we were fighting. I will finish it later, what do you think so far? I meant to put it in dark poems, but...) |
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Brigid WillowKeeper Member
since 2003-08-24
Posts 88OHIO IN USA |
i meant to put exposed as the title too, but my mom was talking to me. Dam those distractions! |
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Brigid WillowKeeper Member
since 2003-08-24
Posts 88OHIO IN USA |
They are coming. Along With change. I run They grab me. Stick to me like a parasite. I am draining. It goes greyish brown. now black. The arrival of death. I am slipping in this materialistic world. Is no one here to catch me? The demons glide away. I am left for dead. Would you do that to me? The end. You did. It was you that came and drank me. It was you that left me to die. The black tide rises. This crow must take flight. The crow is weak. Feathers scatter the ground as the autumn leaves. It stands. a long silver string dragging behind it. Death. Slowly and forever on it walks. No knowing of where it is going. I am trying to learn. Tell me before the Moths eat the remains of my string of life. The Plea. |
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